Back in the Saddle

(UPDATED: to include weather information in Blue.  Came home to a lull in the atmospherics.)

Happy to be home Sunday (94.1 °F) after the Rendezvous, among the rocks and gentle pools of rusty brown tanbark.

On Monday morning (87.4 °F) we yanked the cliff-side rosemary stump, leveled the ground, and built up the rock wall.  In the afternoon we ran up to Hangtown and got eight bags of tanbark for the back-fill.

Tuesday morning (89.4 °F) we-filled the backside of the rock-wall with more dirt and cover, and spread more tanbark on locations where it was getting sparse.

Today (95.3 °F) we painted the plywood floors in the basement.   It’s two staggered-height platforms, about 24-feet long and six to eight feet wide or so.

Busy-busy, no rest for the weary and the temps are goign up again – but its a dry heat.

Gunblogger Rendezvous IX WOOT!

The DezWell THAT was fun! Highlights include shooting a suppressed rifle in a pistol-calibers while in Happy-Dance Mode. suppressed fire

It’s been a while since I last shot full-auto, the GBR III in 2008, at which I also took more pictures than this one – but at this one Engineering Johnson took more pictures than anybody. Yeh, I’m a slacker, but grateful for the chance to renew auld acquaintance and meet again the still-alive Jimmy-B and the lovely Mrs., and made some new friends like the AZ cowboys Dusty and Ken, and Tactical Miles.

At range-day #1 I basically set-to (trying-to) bang the 300-yard gong with both the ’42 .303 and ’66 7.62 NATO Ishapores.  The Turkish NATO ammo was a bit hot and extraction was a bit stiff but basically  the ’66 (Ashoka) needed a bit of lube as it was dry as a bone and hadn’t been shot since dirt-ridin’ buddy Wes had it re-parked.  George-Rex .303 Imperator ran fine, and was noticeably thinner than the glock-profile stock on the 7.62 gun…

Then I shot bench-neighbor Robert’s (occasional blogger at Great Satan, Inc.) Remington 700 .308 with Nikon glass and it was way-easier than with iron-sights – but my own set of corrective lenses adds a third layer (of distortion) and oftentimes interferes with the sight picture in a scope. Jaci (also of Great Sastan) had an incredible racy space-chassis .308 precision rifle that was set up a bit more individually, and with a honkin’ big Vortex scope – whole thing was dead-sexy and a cinch to clank steel at 300-yards.

The Scheel puffer waves hello.  Hey Baby!

All together a great reunion, even though my contribution didn’t net me a lot of swag or big prizes I was very happy to receive an Enfield No.1 low-mount picatinny scope base from Special Interest Arms owner, merchant, and maker of the De Lisle carbine; Richard Brengman – who also kindly let me bang away at the berm with the suppressed full-auto 9mm AR-type carbine. Thanks!!

Special thanks go to the sponsors to whom I need to write an actual dead-tree letter-type thing… Ruger for the Mark III pistol, and Brownells for the mongo gear-bag and tactical pens and Hi-Point who totally stepped-up AGAIN and donated a 45acp carbine, and Osage County Guns, who donated the  SIG Sauer 1911-22 and Burris for the Burris AR-F3 red-dot, and Dillon Precision for donating a  Border Shift ammo bag…and…

OK:  Hi-Point – a lot of people bag on them because Ewwww…Not-Pretty, but a couple of the Rendezvousers have ‘em and they seem to run just fine in 3-Gun competition, with the added super-bonus of freaking out Tough Guys with triple-cost high-zoot guns that are only shot at angle-of-berm anyhow… Kevin won the Hi-Point .45ACP, Billl has one that has never required cleaning, and Robert shoots his in 3-Gun and never cleans it either – so Pbbbth! to the naysayers.

Mysteries of the Garden

hillside
We set-to raking up the hay on the south forty. Actually pine needle. A thickly layered thatch about six to eight inches deep derivative from the last Century – or at least five years old. Possibly older. It lent a rustic flair to the outward appearances but that could also be construed as unkempt, and if there’s anything we’re going for now it’s kempt. And beneath that initial fluffy top-layer we discovered a good three-inch mat of icky-nasty mildew and mold and green-growing stuff with powdery white around the edges. What? Probably not good to breathe that stuff.
And found water dribbling down the hillside. What?? So I dug a little deeper up around the top, below the rocky ledge, and came across a set of four valves and pipes sticking out beneath the pine-tree, and one was operational when the sprinkler-station #8 was going off – which is why we found it at 9:00AM in the 80-degree heat. We thought. I dug-out and tested each valve and they all had water behind them – and testing later in the day they all also had water behind them – so who-knows how long this has been bubbling…
valves

UPDATE: Mystery Dripper Revealed: from far right, circuits #8, #6,, #7 and #5 all let loose upon command – now shut-down. Should save a few gallons each cycle…

So in the end we raked down about sixteen 32-gal. leaf-bags and filled them and hauled off to the locals-only land-debris station over by the firehouse. Two firemen were outside practicing their weight training. One had his feet on an elevated platform with his head downhill while the other placed huge round weights from the weight-set on his shoulders. Looked painful. We like and respect the firemen here because fire and houses burning-down is a tactical reality in the woods. Their job is invaluable to homeowners. Most of the old towns have been burnt-down more than once since the Gold Rush era, so real-old stuff just doesn’t remain. And in the Modern-era” the hippies and Ecoweenies like to let all the forest debris pile up into tinder-dry kindling and have doubled-down on the prevalent danger by refusing to allow understory cleanup or removal of dead trees – and that’s one of the reasons why the recent fires have been so wild and devastating – they don’t want us here. Or even on the Planet.
We also tore out and loped-back much of the witches-brew plant, that hair-nasty spiky plant-thing that nobody knows the name-for.